As Zhao Shuang said, maybe this is true, but he can't completely ignore it like Zhao Shuang. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info returned to his bedside lonely, and Fang Ming sat down.

In his heart, he stubbornly attributed everything to coincidence, but if he wanted to ignore it completely, Fang Ming found that he couldn't do it no matter what.

It was already noon, and then Fang Ming came to the restaurant outside the dormitory and had lunch. Then, he found the wrecked place according to the location indicated by Zhao Shuang, but the body was long gone, and only the blood stains left behind could prove what had indeed happened here.

Under the bursting sun, the entire playground was empty, and the heat was unbearable, so Fang Ming took one last look and went back to the bedroom.

It's just that Fang Ming's eyes at this time seemed to be full of unreality. In the afternoon, Fang Ming didn't take a nap, and he couldn't sleep in his current state, he just took out his mobile phone and played.

It's just that the purpose is no longer simply to play games and read novels, but to find news about this incident. It's just that, maybe because it happened not long ago, he searched a few places and looked at several news websites, but he didn't find any news. However, in the school forum, I found a clue.

Fang Ming clicked on the red top forum titled "Identity of the Suicide", the Internet speed of the mobile phone is simply a bit devastating, but he is still patiently waiting for the result, otherwise, Fang Ming will definitely have the urge to drop the mobile phone.

After an intriguing period of buffering, the first thing that appears on the phone screen is a photograph of a young man. Looking at the photo, Fang Ming subconsciously thought that this was the boy who died.

Touching the touch screen of the smartphone, Fang Ming slowly flipped the forum down. The first thing that comes up is the specific identity of the man, even his name, class and birthday.

For these kinds of information, which are generally kept secret to the outside world, I don't know if it was leaked, but from the specific information about the person, Fang Ming can see that the relationship between that person and the deceased can be seen.

Continue to read down, and the comments echoed viciously in the forum, all of which were some secretly sighing pity, criticizing Zhang Tao (the suicidal man) for not cherishing life or something.

After looking at it for a long time, Fang Ming turned off his mobile phone, he was so tired that he really didn't know what to do at this time, until now, they didn't get more news about the class, it was like... There is no such thing as a course at all. Or maybe the course has started, but the content is... That horrifying, strange death!

"What the hell am I, why do I think so!"

In his heart, Fang Ming scolded himself fiercely. Retracting his heart, Fang Ming regained his concern about the situation in the dormitory, the roommates had already gone to sleep at this time, Fang Ming couldn't help but shake his head. He went to play with his phone, because he really didn't want to sleep, although he didn't know why.

spent the afternoon in a daze, and then Fang Ming habitually finished dinner and went to bed early. Although I have never been at this point in time, I started to sleep. But what happened today made him a little tired.

Because the position of the bed was just right, Fang Ming could see the bright moon outside the window. The breeze was so cool that the street lamps seemed to rattle. The cool breeze swept over the leaves hanging from the trees, and then landed beside Fang Ming through the window, and the summer heat was also in this cold touch, taking away no points left.

Gradually, in this comfortable environment, Fang Ming finally gradually sank his mind...

..........

The next day...

The breeze floated and fell, taking away a trace of Fang Ming's sleep. Maybe because he slept early last night, Fang Ming slept well this night. With a bewildered gaze, he sat up from his bed, the gentle sky was cloudless, and then through the window, it became a nourishing picture drawn under Fang Ming's eyes.

After sinking his mind for a while, Fang Ming cleared his head a little. He retracted his gaze, then he habitually took out his mobile phone, glanced at the digital time on his phone, Fang Ming couldn't help but find that it was just over seven o'clock.

Not!

In other places in the dormitory, there was a constant sound of even breathing, and most of the other students had not woken up yet, and even made the bed on Fang Ming's top, and the sound of snoring like thunder kept hitting his ears.

Sighing, Fang Ming didn't plan to continue sleeping at this time, he went to wash up after getting dressed, and then prepared to go out for breakfast again.

When I returned to the dormitory after eating, most of the roommates had already woken up, Zhao Shuang had already brushed his teeth with a toothbrush, and Jiang Cai and Liang Lu were both wearing clothes at this time, called Zhou Meng, and at this time he had already started his novel journey. The only exception may be Wang Yueming, who is still asleep without waves.

Fang Ming's arrival only made them pay a little attention, and they who were already familiar with each other had long since lost the rustiness they had at the beginning, and had become a lot more casual. Of course, Fang Ming didn't pay much attention to his roommates, he just came to his bed alone and sat down.

In the dark, Fang Ming couldn't help but think of the suicide yesterday, he took out his mobile phone a little blankly, and then searched it. There was still no news, but Fang Ming didn't care at all.

Later, he went back to the academy's forum, but to his disappointment, even after he had searched for a few pages, the red forum was gone.

"Was it deleted?"

Fang Ming asked to himself.

And it's normal for this kind of forum that reveals privacy to be deleted. With nothing to do, Fang Ming browsed through other information on the forum, but most of them were just pieces of spam information without moisture.

Da! Da! Da!

The sound of footsteps sounded, it was the footsteps of Zhao Shuang who walked into the bedroom again after brushing his teeth. The voice gradually became heavier, and finally the sound of somewhat heavy footsteps passed by Fang Ming, making him raise his head.

"Morning!"

Uncontrollably in his mouth, he spat out a word.

"Same morning!"

Zhao Shuang waved his hand, with a gentle smile, and also looked at Zhao Shuang and replied.

"By the way, that forum has been deleted!"

"What forum?"

Zhao Shuang was puzzled.

Fang Ming thought about it, maybe he would be bored to go to the academy forum, he was the only one. He shook his head and explained, "It's about what happened yesterday."

"What happened yesterday?"

Zhao Shuang continued to wonder: "Did anything happen yesterday?"